A proposal.
Five years in the making.
A house, magic trick and ring. A ring! A surprise.

I can't believe it. I'm so excited.
Waiting to get the ring adjusted, and then, I can wear it for life. It's perfect. Beautiful.
Feels natural and appropriate.

I'm surprisingly giddy and warmed. Blushing and giggling and shaking telling the story.
And a perfectly awesome story. Fun story. Our story!

Excited and happy. Thankful.

Getting ready to move.
Can't tell how much there is left to pack... everything cluttered and scattered. Just want to be there, feeling safe, and settled.

Can't believe we are going to be owning a house. Together, even.
Something to acknowledge our five years together, and in the same way, a commitment to the future. It's big. Really big.

Spent all this time imagining and planning in my head- layout, function, celebrations, how it's gonna work, how we're gonna like it, feeling safe, demolition, change, keeping things the same. Ideas just swimming around. Come Friday, we're going to be there, going to really know what it's like to live there. How those ideas fit into the actual walls.

Totally crazy.
Exciting and crazy.

Wish I had a guarantee. Proof that everything would be okay. Knowing we didn't have to be afraid or worried about anything. Just going to do our best. This is where we are meant to be. And things will happen as they are supposed to.

Here we go!